Born an Angel

Chapter 24 - Agonizing Tears

~ SUNDAY ~

Kara's POV:

My fingertips skimmed over the book spines, as my eyes scavenged for a particular tortilla brown binder that was full of my notes, recipes and plans. I felt each book, made of a different material than the last, pass under my skin, but the moment it hit the binder, my movement stopped. I wasn't interested in anything other than what lied inside that binder. My sharp nails gripped its sides, pulling it firmly yet smoothly out from the dusty wooden shelf. It had seen better days, as the plastic was cracked in some places, and the material that held it at the edges was frayed and ripped. This binder was torn and tattered, but I didn't replace it. If I did replace it, I'd miss the satisfaction of tugging at the damage of the cover, as I memorised notes.

It had a zipper that concealed my mischievous schemes. It was once a porcelain white, but time and filth had turned it a light beige. My hand seized the zip, guiding it down the path it was destined to retravel time and time again. Once opened, my eyes gazed upon the few pages I had yet to memorise. Some were recipes, some were research notes, but the one I wanted was my revenge plan for Abby. My smile grew with evil intentions as my emotions boiled into a malicious anger. Once I'm done with her, she'll regret ever looking at him.

Crystalline's POV:

I skipped cheerfully over to Jesse, who just completed a wheelie. That boy and his bike. My feet kicked up dirt as I skipped, dirtying my shoes more. Sure, they were old and the pristine white they used to be was now tainted, but they can get worse.

"Hey J-Boy," I call out. He turns to me, his face aglow with joy.

"Gem!"

He jolted his bike around, racing full speed towards me. With him headed towards me, I stopped skipping. His legs pushed the pedals as fast as they could until they couldn't keep up. The wind blew past him, his eyes squinting because of it, but I stood there -- smiling as he rode towards me, like an arrow headed to its target. 3... Nearly there. 2... He's so close now. 1... He was about to hit me but I stepped to the side, feeling him fly past me. Dust was flung into the air, filtering the oxygen I needed to breathe. I coughed slightly as I turned around, to see Jesse, the bike turned roughly 90 degrees away from me, but his grin was pointed right at me.

"I was so close," he whined.

"Just like always," I tease.

We do our secret handshake, then go to our usual spots; me sitting on the bench and him riding his bike around the course, while we try having a conversation. It barely ever works since he's always riding around, but I don't mind.

"I can only stay for about 20 minutes at the most because Abby has to catch-up with me about something, so bare with me!"

"That's fine!"

He turned his bike around and started riding at a walking pace so I could walk beside him. It's nice doing this, so he can catch his breath, and I can do something besides sit and do random studying.

"So where's that lover boy of yours?"

I stop walking. He eases the breaks on and cranes his neck to look at me. He had an impassive look on his face, but when his eyes met mine, he was clearly concerned. Thump thump thump. My pulse quickens, while a lump forms in my throat, but I can't lie or say nothing, since he clearly expects and will push for an answer, so I say the truth.

"He's gone."

"Whaddya mean he's gone?"

"I mean he's gone. We aren't dating anymore."

I cast down my eyes, praying he lets it go, but I knew better -- Jesse wasn't going to let it go.

"But he loved you."